Poem on true love

True love is a many splendored thing.

It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring.

Love is nature's way of giving a reason to the rhyme.

Without love, we're just hollow reeds blowing in time.

True love is the dew on the morning grass.

It's the first warm rays of sunshine that shine through the glass.

Love is the song of the birds in the trees.

It's the gentle breeze that blows through the leaves.

True love is the laughter of children at play.

It's the joy of a new day.

Love is the smile on your face.

It's the warmth of your embrace.

True love is the light in the darkness.

It's the hope in the midst of despair.

Love is the answer to all our prayers.

It's the reason we're here.

So if you're lucky enough to find true love,

Hold on to it and never let it go.

For it's the most precious gift of all.